A/N- not smut but there is some adult content.
Cuddy was home before House which was a rare occasion. Rachel was with Arlene for the night, giving House and Cuddy some welcomed alone time for their date. They were fastly approaching their one year anniversary and they were spending a night of each week leading up to their anniversary together, childfree. The first night, Cuddy had picked their activity which was going to the theatre to see an opera which House thoroughly enjoyed. The second night, House picked and he took Cuddy to dinner then took her to see a silent film at a local festival. House had snagged VIP tickets and they got a special booth to themselves with a minibar. The alcohol was included in the ticket price and they helped themselves to the little bottles happily. They got a little too drunk, had sex twice in the booth and angered the elder couple in the next booth.
Tonight, they opted to stay at home due to House's case. Cuddy had had a relatively quiet day, filled with paperwork and even spending some time in the clinic. She was still a doctor after all and she liked to help when she could. Usually, she would be demanding House to work his clinic hours but this case had his team well and truly stuck. All diagnoses so far had been incorrect and they were running out of time. Cuddy knew this case was hitting House hard and he had admitted that to her in his own way during the very short lunch break he had. He had sought her out and tried to verbally express how he felt. It wasn't easy for him and Cuddy was patient with him. Cuddy ran herself a bath and let the water ease the tension that thrummed around her body. She had about forty-five minutes before House returned home. He promised that he wouldn't skip out on their date tonight.
After her soak, Cuddy stole one of House's shirts from the drawer and slipped it on. She pulled on her UGG boots and ventured into the kitchen. She wanted to cook for House but she had no idea what to cook. There was a recipe book on the side table that caught her eye and made her way over to it. There were pages marked with post-it notes. Some of the notes had House's scrawl on them and one had Rachel's fingerprints on the corner. One page stood out as it was bookmarked with a different colour post it. Cuddy turned to this page and the writing on the note said "Date Night 3. " It was a simple recipe for ham and mushroom tagliatelle with the sauce from a jar. If House was cooking, he would make the sauce from scratch and add his own twist. Cuddy found all the ingredients and items she would need with ease.
House opened the front door and was immediately met with the smell of food. It smelt delicious and it reminded him that he hadn't had anything to eat since lunch. He usually snacked on a case like this but he couldn't find time to raid Wilson's snack stash in his office. He hung his coat on the hook and made his way into the kitchen. The sight he saw from the doorway made him smile. Cuddy was wearing his t-shirt and adding the pasta to the sauce.
"You're wearing my shirt," House said suddenly, causing Cuddy to jump and flick sauce across the counter.
"House! You scared me." Cuddy said, dropping the spoon into the bowl. She turned and approached House. His back hit the wall with a light 'thud' and Cuddy smirked up at him. Cuddy slid her hands up House's chest and pulled on the collar of his shirt, their lips met with fervour and desire. House's hands slipped under the large t-shirt and his fingers immediately teased Cuddy's nipples. She moaned into his mouth and tugged on his shirt. House pulled back much to Cuddy's disappointment.
"Whatever you have in the oven is burning," House said lowly into Cuddy's ear and she huffed.
The garlic bread was edible and hadn't burnt too much. Cuddy served the pasta and House tucked in as soon as the plate landed in front of him. The only rule that Cuddy enforced tonight was not mentioning work. House had seconds while Cuddy ate the majority of the garlic bread. Cuddy washed and House was supposed to be drying the dishes but his fingers were tracing patterns into the back of her thighs. When Cuddy heard a chair being dragged across the floor and it stopped behind her, she knew that it would be impossible to finish the washing up without giving in to House.
She managed to wash the plates and put them in the drying rack before House's hand skirted up her thighs, over her ass and began tugging on the bottom of the shirt.
"As much as I like staring at your ass, there are other parts of you that deserve my undivided attention," House said, voice deep and tinged with arousal. He dropped his hands into his lap as Cuddy turned to face him. Water was dripped from Cuddy's hands as she cupped House's cheeks, kissing him passionately. The position was awkward but they made it work. The water from Cuddy's hands was slowly dripping onto House and soaking his shirt.
"House" Cuddy moaned as he nipped at her neck and sucked on that little sensitive spot behind her ear. When Cuddy pulled away, it was House's turn to pull a face in disappointment. Cuddy smirked and stepped away from House, who watched intently, studying her as she moved. When Cuddy disappeared out of sight, House rose from the chair, leaving it in the middle of the room and went in search of Cuddy. House found Cuddy lounging on their bed with her finger teasing her clit. This confident and seductive side to Cuddy was something that House would never get bored of. House watched from the doorway as Cuddy's fingers plunged into her heat. She bit her lip to suppress a moan. The tension in the room had increased ten-fold. Having House watch her while she bought herself to orgasm made her feel powerful. If this situation had happened with anyone else, Cuddy would've shied away and told her partner that it was ridiculous but with House, it reinforced her control over him. her dominance was out in full swing tonight and House was clearly under her spell.
They spent the next hour laughing, twisting and turning in the soft bedsheets as they made love. House flopped down next to Cuddy who couldn't stop laughing, for a reason that House was unaware of.
"What's so funny?" House whispered into her ear sending a shiver down her spine. She laying on her stomach with the sheet barely covering her ass and her chin resting on her hand.
"I visited the bookstore at the university today and I'm certain that I haven't been in one since Med School. It brought back so many memories. Of course, this bookstore isn't the same one we met in but it still triggered something." Cuddy replied, watching House through her hooded eyes.
"You're still overly ambitious, you still have a chip on your shoulder and you still definitely know how to party," House said smugly, turning onto his side and running his fingers up and down Cuddy's spine. Cuddy shivered and purred as the sensations relaxed her.
"My party side only comes out when you're around now," Cuddy whispered, pushing House flat on his back. Once House was on his back, Cuddy straddled his lap and scrapping her nails down his chest. House smirked and Cuddy wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.
"I can show you how to party," Cuddy whispered, pinning his hands above his head.